K.Z. Morano Merits

He'd been a bad boy; a very bad boy. They needed to sort out his behaviour before it got out of hand.

First, they'd tried giving him a good telling off, but he'd just ignored them. Then they'd tried fining him. They'd even tried locking him in a small room for ever-increasing lengths of time. Nothing had worked, in fact his behaviour seemed to have got worse as each day passed. There was only one thing left to do. He had to go on the naughty seat.

The naughty seat always worked. Two thousand volts always sorted out their nonsense.

Richard Martinus Merits

Leo and Charlie had been watching a film about Doctor Frankenstein. They were convinced that a corpse could be revived by applying electricity to the nerve endings. After all, Charlie had some recollection of seeing a dead frog's legs begin to twitch again when electrified.

They found an unfortunate cat lying by the roadside. It had been hit by a car but apart from being dead, it seemed undamaged.

They took it to Leo's shed and wired it up to the mains. Electricity couldn't revive a corpse, but as Leo slumped to the ground, they found it could create one.

Kath Middleton Merits

"So you were instructed to deliver the envelope to a mysteriously unknown identity? Please explain how."

"I had to enter the library at midday and place the envelope between pages 23 and 24 of the fifth book on the bottom shelf of the last aisle. The book was called, Sheridan's Close," I added confidently. I'd been to the library that day to make sure there was no flaw in my plan.

"Curious," said the lawyer to the jury, "since pages 23 and 24 of all books occupy a single leaf."

John Moralee Merits

Becky loved her social networking. If she were put in detention, Facebook would know before her parents. If she saw a new piece of eye candy, a tweet announcing love at first sight would immediately be flying out of her phone to her followers. Becky lived through social media.

When the fire alarm went off at school one day, she updated her status online before she followed the others out. â€˜Fire drill lol. Yay got out of history! YAWN!â€™

While everyone was coughing and spluttering in the playground, their eyes streaming, Becky hit â€˜postâ€™ on her last ever Facebook update.